Scooby-Doo and the Loch Ness Monster Page #5

Let's not be hasty.

Mclntyre, what's going on?

What? No, you can't do this.

This is mutiny.

Forgive me, Sir Ian...

but I've come up

with a little plan of my own.

I intend to capture that creature

and sell it...

for quite a handsome amount of cash.

Catch it? How are you going to catch it?

The old-fashioned way.

Like, I can't see a thing.

This fog is so thick

you could cut it with a knife.

Scoob, what do you say

we sit back-to-back...

- so nothing can catch us off guard?

- Okay.

I'd like to see

old Fang-Fins try to sneak up on us.

- Right, old buddy?

- Yeah.

Jinkies! The monster is in the cove.

Repeat.

The monster is in the cove.

Tie off your end, Del. I'm going across.

Hit it, man!

Shaggy and Scooby.

Can you guys hear me?

Shaggy here. Who's calling?

It's Velma. Now listen.

You're right on top of it.

Like, thanks for the compliment.

Scoob, Velma says

we're right on top of things.

No, Shaggy, listen. It's really beneath you.

You know, I've always thought

being live bait was beneath us, too.

- Me.

- Hang on, Velma. Scooby wants to say hi.

- Wait!

- Hi, Velma.

Scooby, listen.

Your boat is on top of the monster's head.

Velma, like, I think we found the monster.

Hang on, guys, help is on the way!

You heard him, Scoob. Hang on.

Nice job, Fred.

The monster's trapped in the cove.

How about that, Velma.

One of our traps worked...

without some unforeseen

detail going horribly wrong.

Freddie, look behind you.

Watch out, Freddie! He's got a harpoon!

- Buddy, need a lift?

- How far are you going?

- Target in range!

- Excellent.

Fire!

Jinkies!

Abandon ship!

Hit the brakes!

- Help!

- Sir Ian.

Throw me a line! I can't swim!

We've got to do something.

Hang on, Sir Ian! Help is on the way!

I don't believe my eyes. She is real.

Who ever heard of a magnet

stopping a sea monster?

Help!

This place is infested with monsters.

Guys, look out! That's where we set the...

trap.

Scooby! Shaggy! Are you guys okay?

Terrific, considering we're squashed under

the Loch Ness Monster.

Monster? I don't think so.

Take another look.

Colin and Angus Haggart?

So if this one's a fake,

like, what about that one?

Time for this monster to hit the beach.

Prof. Fiona Pembrooke?

It's all very simple.

Prof. Pembrooke has been

behind this all along.

She did a good job.

Scoob and I have been scared all along.

The locked hatch we found

on board her vessel...

was actually a secret passageway.

It led to her homemade

monster submarine...

she kept docked beneath her boat.

She'd simply climb down the hatch

and pedal off into the Loch.

That way she could be free

to do her scaring...

while we all thought she was on the boat.

But it wasn't Shannon she was after,

or any of us.

It was really Sir Ian's attention

she wanted.

Me? What do I have to do with any of this?

She was using fake monsters

to get you to believe in a real one.

Exactly.

She wanted you to become

a Nessie true believer yourself.

But she couldn't count on Nessie

making an appearance...

so she created her own.

And she hired Angus and Colin to help her.

Your sons were trying

to scare away the athletes...

so they could win the Games.

- It's not true.

- We don't even care about the Games.

We just like a good practical joke.

That monster thing's the greatest joke

we ever pulled.

Aye, lots better than the hedgehog

in the toilet bowl.

I should have prayed harder for daughters.

It's true. Ian would never have looked

at my new photos...

unless he came to believe in the beast.

She had to find a way to convince him...

and the Highland Games at Blake Castle

offered her the perfect opportunity.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to Blake Castle...

and to the Loch Ness Highland Games.

And here to help us kick off the events

is a very special member of the Blake clan.

Please welcome Miss Daphne Blake.

Let the games begin!

Like, I never thought being a drum major

could be so major.

Fred, like, The Mystery Machine

looks good as new.

Miss Blake! I demand to know

what's going on.

Sir Ian, what is the matter?

All of you, down to the ship.

That's an order!

Aye, aye, Captain.

- Another Pembrooke hoax, that's all it is.

- But where's it coming from?

The sonar camera from the minisub.

It's still transmitting a signal.

But, like, didn't that camera fall off

the submarine and sink?

Something must have passed

in front of the lens...

and reactivated the sonar sensor.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Can you get a fix on the signal?

Now, see here.

Quadrant four. Depth: 104 fathoms.

But that's over 600 feet below.

Much too deep

for any homemade submarine to survive.

It can't possibly be. I mean, really.

Show him your pictures.

Sir Ian, I don't expect you

to believe me, but, here.

Great Scott. These are fantastic.

Miss Blake, I'm terribly sorry...

but I must resign from my post

as games judge, effective immediately.

Ian, you mean, you actually believe me?

The evidence will, of course,

have to be verified by a third party.

Check it out! These are great.

What are you using here?

Wide-angle lens, right?

Very well, grab your bags, both of you.

We've got a lot of work ahead of us.

Chop-chop.

We don't want to lose her again.

Aye, aye, man.

It looks like you've got another mystery

on your hands.

And none of this would have been possible

without you meddling kids.

We try.

Cousin, I believe...

we've just given Blake Castle

its wildest story ever.

- Thank you, for everything, Shannon.

- No, thank you.

None of this could have been possible

without you and your great friends.

Like, maybe next year

there can be an event...

called "The long-distance

Daphne Blake suitcase carry. "

Gang, that was some mystery.

I'm actually kind of glad we never found

the real Loch Ness Monster.

- You are? Why?

- I don't know.

Maybe some mysteries

are just better left unsolved.

Scooby-dooby doo?

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